Boomerang

Thack! Thack!

The daggers embedded themselves in the cork board target hanging on the wall of Ronon’s room. The board had been a gift from Sheppard, and came with a set of tiny darts. Ronon had accepted the board but had never used the accompanying darts; instead he used five small knives from his collection.

The board had seen much use in the six months since Sheppard had presented him with it. Every time he needed to clear his head, away from the distraction of the other inhabitants of Atlantis, he would either run through the City’s innards, to the furthest points, or retreat to his room and fling his knives into the board.

Today was no different. After his encounter with Larissa at the shooting gallery, and her confusing responses to him, he had descended into the service tunnels and ran around the vast expanse of the City, as if he were being chased by demons. He couldn’t understand what she had meant by her statement ‘it wasn’t a game to her, any more’.

‘Does she mean that she was toying with me before?’ Ronon asked himself for the hundredth time.

Thack! Another knife flew into the cork board.

‘Could it be that she had deliberately set out to make me lose control?’

Ronon paused in his knife throwing to consider the implications of his last thought. It would mean that she had faked her anger at him for disappointing her. It would also mean that she had special training.

He recalled a conversation he had over-heard years ago, before he became a Runner. A group of soldiers from his Unit, had been talking about a courtesan who had the uncanny ability to massage a man’s organ using only her inner muscles. He had laughed along with everyone else at the thought of such a talent, but in light of his experiences with Larissa, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was any truth in the report.

‘Even if she had such a talent, why would she use it on me? Why would she do something that would lead to her own discomfort? That anger she displayed was real, as was her desire for me!’

Thack! Another dagger flew into the target and embedded itself to the hilt.

Ronon’s thoughts gave him no rest for all of balance of that day, and when he finally lay down and sleep overtook him, it was a blessed relief.

~*~

The swooshing sound of the door to his room being opened, awakened Ronon, and brought him to full alertness instantly. He did not move, but the hand he always kept close to his gun, surreptitiously closed on the butt of the weapon, which was resting under his pillow. He gently eased off the safety and waited for his visitor to make known his or her intention.

“Ronon…I know you’re awake,” Larissa whispered softly from her position close to the door. “Please Ronon, we need to talk,” she said, when he remained unmoving.

Ronon eased the gun’s safety back into position, and removed his hand from the trigger, before slowly rolling over to face his unwelcome guest.

“I told you to keep away from me, why are you in my room?” he said, in measured tones.

“Ronon, I know you hate me, and it’s probably justified, but I think you should hear what I have to say,” Larissa said softly, folding her arms across her chest and taking a tiny step closer to the bed.

Ronon regarded her for several heart beats, weighing his options, trying to decide if he should listen to what she so obviously wanted to tell him.

“Say your piece, then get out!” he growled, angry at himself for acquiescing to her request.

“Do you mind if I have a seat?” Larissa asked.

“If it will get you out of here faster, by all means, sit!” Ronon ground out the words, impatiently.

Larissa covered the remaining distance to the bed, and sat down, much to Ronon’s annoyance. He had not expected her to sit on the bed, but it was too late now, since she proceeded to fold her legs under her in an attempt to get more comfortable.

“There’s no truly logical explanation for my behavior except to say it was ‘self preservation’. I was afraid of you,” Larissa said.

Ronon was shocked at Larissa’s revelation; it was the last thing he could have expected to hear.

“Afraid of me, how could you be afraid of me?” Ronon replied incredulously. “We never met before that time in the TurboLift, and I had only seen you once before that, in the Gym. I’ve never threatened you, even tonight…you’ve broken into my room, and I didn’t harm you!”

“Please Ronon, listen to me, and try to understand what I’m saying,” Larissa pleaded, trying to calm Ronon who had jumped out of bed and proceeded to pace up and down in agitation. He didn’t seem to notice that he was naked, and Larissa would have been amused at the sight of his glorious nakedness, if it wasn’t so distracting from her true purpose.

“What exactly are you saying then?” he growled through clenched teeth.

“Perhaps I should start at the beginning of all of this,” she replied.

Ronon chose not to respond, but stop his pacing and stood staring down on Larissa, with his arms folded across his chest, waiting for her explanation.

“I heard all about you on the trip out here on the Daedalus,” Larissa said by way of a beginning, as she averted her eyes from the naked giant in front of her.

“The women were socializing one night, and a few of them got smashed and started to offer ‘advice’ to the newbies, like myself. They told us about Dr McKay, that he’s probably still a virgin, and that Colonel Sheppard likes the alien babes, and…they told us all about you.”

Larissa paused briefly, waiting for Ronon to respond, but when he didn’t she continued her explanation.

“There was this weepy redhead who went on and on about being in love with you and wanting to marry you. She said she had caught several women going to your room, and couldn’t understand why you were cheating on her. The other women called her a fool, and told her you were the resident stud in Atlantis and that you had bedded most of the women in the City. I vowed then that I would not become another one of your conquests.”

Larissa paused again, and waited for Ronon to say what was on his mind. She had noticed that he looked surprised at her statement thus far. When he said nothing, however, she continued:

“When I arrived in Atlantis, we were taken on a brief tour. I don’t know if it was planned or not, but we ended up at the Gym where you were sparring with the marines. I saw you then for the first time, and I was so disgusted with myself for finding you as sexy as the others had said you were. I didn’t need an introduction to know that you were the one that the women had been speaking about.” Larissa paused again to gauge the effect her words were having on Ronon.

He remained silent and stoic.

“Ronon, you have to understand, I had been in a hurtful relationship before and I couldn’t risk another such relationship. I knew you had noticed me, and when you came onto me in the Lift, I lashed out at you in self defense. I didn’t wa---”

“So why did you share pleasure with me?” Ronon asked, cutting across Larissa’s explanation.

Larissa said nothing for a while, then, she answered.

“I guess some part of me wanted to know if you were really as good as those women said,” she replied quietly.

“Huh! I guess in the end I just wasn’t as ‘good’ as they said!” Ronon said derisively.

“Listen Ronon, you’re probably better than they said, I just made sure that you couldn’t confirm the reports for me,” Larissa replied, looking down at her hands.

Ronon stood staring at her for some time trying to determine how he should respond to her statement. He had never blamed her for his sexual shortcomings during the two times they had come together, so it was strange to hear her say it was her fault.

“I think you need to explain that statement,” he finally answered.

Larissa sighed deeply in resignation before replying.

“I have formal Dance training. It was part of my mother’s dream for me before she realized that the dream I had for myself was to become an engineer.”

When Ronon continued to look at her with a puzzled expression, Larissa elaborated on her explanation.

“Didn’t you have dancing on Sateda?” she asked. “You know, people moving to rhythms?”

“Yes, we had ‘dancing’, but of what significance is that?” Ronon asked.

“Dancers learn how to isolate all the muscles in their body,” Larissa began by saying. “I had never thought to apply my training to sexual situations before I met you. When I felt myself loosing control with you, I wanted to get away from you before I lost my mind and became just as obsessed as those other women. So…I made it easy for me to be angry at you, and for you to hate me,” Larissa said softly as she finished her explanation.

The silence stretched on for some time as Ronon digested all that she had revealed, but finally he responded.

“I’m not completely convinced by all you have said, but I’m more than ready to put it all behind me. I’m done with fighting with you.” Ronon said with an air of finality.

“Good…as far as I’m concerned it’s a blank slate, I’m hoping that we can start afresh,” Larissa said, eagerly.

“I don’t believe you, after all the snide comments and teasing, you want to have a relationship with me?” Ronon said incredulously.

“Why shouldn’t I? I was afraid of being with another player, but I’ve been watching you, and you’ve changed. I can’t remember the last time I heard any of the City’s women say they had been with you. I came here tonight, and you were actually alone!” Larissa replied.

Ronon heard the amusement in Larissa’s voice, but he also heard the relief. Somehow he had confused the way Satedans lived with the way the Atlantians lived. His innocent ‘sharing’ had been viewed as a violation…an insult. He recalled now the conversation with Sheppard all those weeks ago, when Sheppard had warned him to be careful. He finally understood why his sexual activities were of concern. Some Earth women liked to commit to an exclusive relationship, even before they actually settled on a mate.

‘It seems as if that’s what Larissa wants now,’ Ronon thought, looking at her hopeful expression. He felt a slow smile start on his own face at the thought of being with her and no other. It was easy to forget all the insults and snide comments, and just remember how attracted to her he was back when he first saw her. He admitted to himself that his desire for her was just as strong…he wanted the opportunity to be with her.

“It’s true I was alone when you came into my room,” he started off by saying, “but…I’m not alone now,” Ronon replied, stepping closer to the bed where Larissa had remained seated throughout their talk. “It might be a good idea to find out what happens when you’re not using your ‘Specialist’ training on me!” he said in dawning amusement.

“I was hoping you’d see things my way,” Larissa said, laughing as she lifted her poet’s shirt night gown over her head. “It would have been a shame to have wasted that,” she said, indicating Ronon’s rapidly hardening penis.

Ronon grinned and reached over to drag her closer to the edge of the bed, then lifted her into his arms. Their lips collided in a searing kiss that left them both breathless by the time they were finally forced to draw air.

Larissa wound her arms around Ronon’s neck and massaged the mat of fine hairs that curled softly at the base of his skull. She flung back her head and sighed as Ronon rained moist kisses along her throat and collarbone, all the while using his strong arms to slide her body up against his muscular form. With no clothing between them, she felt his rigid shaft slide between her legs to rub against her dampening vagina, causing her to groan in desire.

Ronon gently laid Larissa back onto the bed and climbed on next to her. He used his calloused hand to caress her belly and breasts, tweaking each tautened nipple. He had been looking directly into Larissa’s eyes as he caressed her body, as if trying to make up his mind about going further. He could see that it was a relief to Larissa when he finally, as if by some signal, he lowered his head and drew one nipple then the other into his hot mouth.

Ronon pulled hard on the tight bud causing Larissa to cry out at the pleasurable pain his mouth inflicted. He alternated his attention between her full breasts and soon had her whimpering as her sensitized breasts were repeated licked and sucked. He allowed his free hand drift lower until it was gently spreading her legs to expose her slick vagina to his probing fingers.

Ronon groaned softly against Larissa’s breast at the first touch of her slick depths. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he inserted one, then two fingers into her and started to move them in a lazy rhythm in time to the sucking action he applied to her breasts. He wanted her so badly, yet he did not stop the dual stimulation as he felt her writhing more and more as her excitement built higher and higher.

Larissa’s moans of release were the sweetest sound that Ronon had heard in a long time. She arched her body and swiveled her hips against his hand as she cried out her orgasm. Ronon’s cock pulsed in time to the contractions he felt around his fingers, but he drew several deep breaths to steady himself, resisting the urge to bury himself in Larissa’s pliant body.

When her moans quieted, Ronon rose up from her breasts and drew her face towards him so he could once more capture her lips in a deep kiss. He kept his hand between her legs, sliding gently through the slickness as he coaxed her to excitement once more. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, drawing her legs to either side of his hips. The position exposed her to the pulsing length of his penis, which he used to continue his outer caresses of her slick vulva as he plunged his tongue over and over into her mouth.

Ronon did not resist when Larissa finally pushed away from his entrapping arms and slid down his body. He gritted his teeth as she drew him into the moist depths of her mouth and ran her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock. He could not stop himself from placing his hands on her head, but strained to keep from grabbing onto her so he could plunge his engorged penis deeper into her mouth. It took all his control to keep himself from giving into the intense pleasure she inflicted, but before long he had to drag her away lest he lose the battle.

Ronon rolled Larissa onto her back and entered her body slowly, savoring the feel of her tight passage closing around his penis. When he was all the way in, Larissa exhaled the breath she had been holding causing Ronon to smile in pleasure at the effect his impressive size had on her. He shifted his weight slightly so that he could grasp Larissa’s hip with one of his hands, effectively preventing her from shifting away from him as he slowly delved into and out of her depths, pushing them both closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. He rode her hard, yet she met his powerful thrusts by tilting her hips and squeezing her thighs around his waist, urging him to fill her completely.

“Turn over,” Ronon whispered, suddenly stopping the action of his hips and releasing his hold on her.

“What…?” Larissa asked, puzzled at his request, yet slowly complying.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it,” Ronon said, positioning himself behind her and lifting her to her knees so he could slide his cock back into her.

“I told you that you’d enjoy it,” Ronon said, when Larissa moaned softly as he stroked her from behind.

Ronon reached around her to slid one of his hands through the hair that covered her pubes so that he could lightly caressed her clit in time to the plunging strokes of his cock. Larissa drew his other hand to her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them and flick her tight nipples as she pushed back against him to meet his pumping hips.

Larissa’s ragged breathing and cries of pleasure filled the air as her tightening passage signaled to Ronon that she was on the brink of another orgasm. He felt his own control slipping as her excited movements made it impossible for him to remain aloof. He slammed his cock into her once, twice, then again and again, murmuring incoherent Satedan words that needed no translation.

It was unclear who shouted out their release first, but the sound of Larissa’s cries were drowned out by the deeper tones of Ronon’s grunts as he flung back his head and pumped out his seed.

It took a while for the room to come back into focus, and the sound of ragged breathing still filled the air as both their hearts beat at a rapid rate. Ronon recovered first and eased his larger body off Larissa, lying down to one side of her. He took a deep breath then turned over so that she could see his face and he could see hers. Though he felt that he had more than satisfied her, he had to know for certain that it was so. He dreaded the thought of seeing disappointment in her features again, especially in light of their recent admission of shared attraction.

Larissa remained lying in the same position that she had sank into after her climax. As Ronon watched, her eyes remained closed yet she bit lightly on her lower lip and drew a deep breath and stretched out her body languidly. Ronon saw a slow smile spread across her face before she slowly opened her eyes to stare into his. He had his answer in the look she gave him.

Ronon’s bark of laughter filled the air and he crushed her body to his as he rained down loud smacking kisses on her lips and breasts. Larissa made a half-hearted attempt to push him away but she soon dissolved into joyful laughter of her own.

“You’re like a happy puppy, aren’t you,” she said, returning one of his sloppy kisses.

“I’m just relieved that I was able to prove to you that I’m the man for you!” Ronon said, cockily, grinning like a maniac.

“Yes…it seems that you really do have some basic lovemaking skills,” Larissa replied, trying to infuse her voice with disinterest and failing miserably, much to Ronon’s continuing amusement.

“Perhaps you need another demonstration of those skills,” Ronon said, climbing over Larissa’s legs to slide his hardening cock into the warm space between them. He slowly caressed her clit with his penis, causing her to draw a surprised breath at the speediness of his recovery.

“I think you are beginning to see why I was in such high demand,” Ronon whispered against her neck as he finally slid his cock into her as she curled her fingers around his butt and drew him near.

“Yes…oh yes!” Larissa replied, breathily, grinding her hips to meet his thrusts. “I hope you know though…I never share a man,” she said, stopping her hips to look into his eyes, suddenly serious.

Ronon returned her stare, and stilled his own thrusting before finally answering the query he saw in her eyes.

“I didn’t understand Earth habits before, but now I do. You’re important enough to me that it will not be a problem to save myself for you,” Ronon said, resuming his thrusting at an agonizingly lazy pace. “Just so you know…I can kill a man a hundred ways using just my bare hands,” Ronon said, the steel in his voice was unmistakable and Larissa understood immediately that their fidelity would be mutual.

“Just so you know,” Larissa replied grinning as she mocked him, “I can make a man cum just by using mphf!” she finished incoherently, as Ronon crushed her lips with his.

The sound of male and female mingled laughter filled the room, until it gradually quieted to softer sighs and groans of pleasure.

Fin.